Noah celebrates with pokemon while Jim looks on in disgust.
I celebrate by hiding while Jim gazes out the window beatifically.
We all celebrate by taking a series of comically-disjointed photos and finally eating each other's heads in despair.
*As an aside, I used to be terribly interested in the exact time that I was born. One year Mom and Dad forgot my birthday for a couple hours because we were all in a rush trying to go to Knoebel's Grove (best amusement park ever) and I cleverly guilt-tripped them into remembering by asking what time I was born. Mom apologized all over the place and felt terribly guilty. Bet she still does, hah. (no hard feelings, I still love you)
Happy 2 months to Jim!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou were born at 10:58 on a Saturday night! And don't you ever forget it! I love you, too, my dear.
ReplyDeleteI remember that! Very awkward.
ReplyDeleteThe family pictures are nice, although I'm afraid that Jim will grow up with an uncontrollable fear of shirts, thanks to his father.